If the truth be known, we were an ideal match during that period, because I needed the time and mental space to write and reflect on the journey of my life; she fulfilled her passion for travel and the time it gave her for reading. On her returns she would be my toughest critic, cross-examining every nuance of my thought processes, but when the book was finished, it left little to sustain the relationship. By the time it was published, although still good friends, we had parted again.